Day Thirteen: Unlucky

Strung out
on lack of sleep and caffeine
it's a dangerous place for my mind to wander
without the self-imposed filters
there isn't much to stop me
from thinking back
on all those times

I'm looking back and wondering
why I can't get someone back
or wishing for a change
I'm wallowing in the terror
the pain and fear
that has been

Some were from him
(1, 2, 3 ... yea it goes on)
and the lies they told
the heart they broke

Some is from the crippling anxiety
both real and imagined
about the things that need to be done
and the things I try to prevent

It takes a lot
to shrug this off
but each time I'm getting better
and to think, they would've prescribed something
I'm not that unlucky.